Wow, sorry I haven't posted for so long. I'm just what one would call a "lazy-ass". But regardless, here is what's on my agenda as of now:

Formal.
I hate men. Why won't Nick just give me a straight answer? I asked him out to formal once in person and he gave me a hopeful "maybe". I asked him again over SMS, where he just changed the subject. Then I asked him yet again over SMS where he said "Hah, sounds good," but I'm not sure whether he was saying yes to my request or to the possibility of doing weed brownies after formal. Whatever, fuck him. I'm asking him one last time sometime this week, and formal is this Saturday, so he'd better give me a definite answer. But if he says no, I won't be as emo as I'd thought I'd be. I've come to terms with not having a date, and the fact that I have a really sexy dress consoles me a little.

ze dress...

Yeah, that's not me. I'd kill myself if my jaw was that manly and my boobs were that pancakeish . But yeah, that's my dress. I'm gonna accessorize with a pair of hot-pink high heels, a matching hot-pink clutch, a black gypsy shawl, and a kick-ass pair of diamond and pearl chandelier earrings. Plus, mah bestest bitch Natalie is gonna come over to my house and do my make up all pretty-like, since I can't put on make up for shit. I wub you, Natalie

My "F" in English class.
I'm not one to blame teachers for my own academic ineptitude, but seriously, my English teacher brings shitty teaching to a whole new level. She hands out worksheets and packets like nobody's business (hell, who even NEEDS trees?) and never tells us when they are due. This results in missing assignments galore, which in turn means no possibility for extra credit unless its all handed in. Sly little crone, isn't she now? Fuck. If my high school English teacher is going to be anything like my current one, I am seriously gonna elbow someone in the crotch. Fucking fuckity shit slurping cunt pie.

The end of the school year. 
Holy crap, has the year really gone by this fast? I swear, it feels like yesterday was the first day of ninth grade, thinking I was so cool 'cause I was at the top of the junior high food chain. Psh, I can't believe how naive (I'm too lazy to put the trema over the 'i', fuck you) I was. No one really gives a damn if you are the oldest in the school, its not like the seventh- and eigth-graders can help the fact that they are a couple years younger. Fuck all of you arrogant cocks who think that being mean to sevvies is "cool", I hope your genitals fall off.

High school.
Zomg, junior high is gonna be over in about a month, and then SENIOR HIGH is gonna bite me in the ass. I really am looking forward to it, but the only thing that is making me bitchy and pessimistic about it is waking up so damn early. When I feel like getting up early for some odd reason, which is at about six fourty-ish, I can already see people walking to the bus stop as I look out through the window. Seriously, how does the school administration expect students to function when they have to get up at fucking six in the morning to get ready for school? I hope every person on the school board gets brutally ass-raped with cacti for making me get up so early. Anyhoo, here are some of my hopes/ambitions for my sophmore year in hell:

~ Become friends with some really cool people that have their drivers' liscenses
~ Be more sociable, hang out with more peeps, make more friends, etc.
~ Strengthen my friendship with Natalie and my other friends
~ Don't be so judgemental and socially-retarded
~ Hopefully get a boyfriend who is a junior or a senior
~ Hell, get a boyfriend at all
~ Get all straight A's, and not all A's and one A minus, which shits all over my GPA changing it from a 4.0 to a 3.945 (and I thought they added on an extra .3 for taking all advanced classes; whoever told me that can fry in hell)
~ Be a smidge more fashionable
~ Try not to instigate drama
~ Be in a whole bunch of extra-curricular activities
~ Lose some damn weight

This summer.
I have high hopes for this summer, for a change. I'm be volunteering at my mom's hospital two days a week (where I'll have to get up at six in the morning, FUCK YEAH), working at the movie theater *cringes with disgust*, camping out in front of Barnes & Noble for Heddy Pottah and the Deathly Hallows, going to the midnight premiere of Heddy Pottah and the Orda of the Phoenix with my friends, and maybe...just MAYBE...go to either New York or Montreal (again, too lazy to put the accent aigu over the 'e'). Oh, and my fifteenth birthday will be on June 16th, man am I psyched.

Music.
SCISSOR SISTERS, HOLY CRAP. If I had known that they were such a good band sooner, I would have...well, I don't know, but the Scissor Sisters fuckin' kick ass. The song "Filthy/Gorgeous" is so delightfully raunchy and smutty...it satisfies my inner slut. I just love it. I've always loved gay people, but the Scissor Sisters make me love dem homosexuals even more. Screw you Catholics for hating them, I hope you get shanked.

~ michelle